"What the boss wants, the boss gets.And, from the moment he sets eyes on the little mechanic, he wants her. Despite his dangerous reputation, she denies him at every turn, infuriating and intriguing him until he knows he must own her loyalty, passion and fire. He won't stop until she becomes his.Riley works hard, plays harder and drives fast cars. Life is good until the scariest man in town walks into her garage and seals her fate. Fiery and independent, she’ll do whatever it takes to drive him right back out of her life, until she finds herself cornered with nowhere to run but straight into his arms.But will her games turn deadly before the boss can bring her home and lock her down for good?This book is standalone. Guaranteed HEA, NO cheating, NO cliffhanger. Sizzling dark mafia romance. Read at your own risk!Driven Hearts: Driven by Desire is created by Nikita Slater, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author."
View More3 months later.Riley stood with her back to him watching the sun set over the Pacific Ocean. She was waist deep in the water, allowing the gentle waves to lick against her tanned body. Dark chocolate hair was pulled high on her head in a ponytail. Her arms were wrapped protectively around herself. He could see her black chipped nails splayed against the skin of her back on either side. The thin black strap of her bikini halter trailed down between the angel's wings of her tattoo. She was so fucking beautiful it made him ache deep inside.He wanted to smile, but he couldn't. Eventually they would get there. But for now, his chest ached too much at how serious his gorgeous girl had become. He almost always knew to find her outdoors at this time of day when he came home from work. Claustrophobia was probably the biggest side effect to her ordeal. He calmly dealt with it by clearing out the local pharmacy of all their sunscreen so she could spend as much time outdoors as she needed. She
"Riley, wake up."Riley frowned. She really wished people would stop saying that to her. So far nothing good had come of those words. Despite her displeasure at having her sleep rudely interrupted, she managed to crack an eyelid to inspect the person who dared interlope on her good dreams. She should have known. It was her mother."Cilia," she whispered.Whoa! Was that horrific croak really her voice? Riley's eyes popped open in surprise, an action she instantly regretted when harsh fluorescent light flooded her vision. She winced, closed her eyes and brought a hand up to cover her offended eyes. Then she winced again when she realized her arm was attached to an IV. Carefully, she cracked her eyes back open and stared at the intravenous line leading from her arm to a bag held high over her head. She frowned for a second. Then her memory came back."Fuck," she croaked, panic settling on her chest. She clutched the blankets on the bed and glanced frantically around her. She must be i
Agony.Fire.Unquenchable thirst.Is this what his angel had felt when he'd locked her in this very same trunk? Slowly creeping death as his lungs burned up from heat and lack of oxygen. Maybe he deserved this horrific end. He had no idea this is what he'd condemned her to. He thought he was keeping her quiet.He'd lost count of how many times they'd pulled him from the slow baking death. The beatings in between. Violent, bloody, crushing. They made sure to break his bones, hurt him as much as they could without actually killing him. He laughed through the pain. He was fucking psychotic Shank. He could withstand anything and survive. He'd taken a bullet to the guts from the love of his life and survived. He would smile in the face of this slow burning death from her satanic lover.The lid of his own trunk lifted and the demonic visage of Soloman Hart looked down at him for what he immediately recognized was the last time. It wasn't a look of rage or even one of satisfaction on the
"Something's fucked," Soloman growled, tensing, ready to jump out as soon as the car got near enough to the motel entrance.They were just pulling into the entrance of the motel. The door to the room his information guy had indicated belonged to Manuel was open. The Charger was out front along with another car parked behind it, blocking the vehicle in. Fuck. Something was going down in that hotel room. He needed to get Riley the fuck out of there.Roman stopped the Mustang behind both vehicles. Before Soloman could open the door, Roman's hand fell on his arm, stopping him. Soloman raised an eyebrow in surprise and anger. Roman never voluntarily touched anyone. He used his bulk and deadly intensity to intimidate. He only touched when absolutely necessary. He turned dark eyes toward his boss and friend. They spoke without words.Be smart. Don't get her killed.Soloman took a deep breath, reached around his back and pulled his gun. He'd discarded his suit jacket and rolled up the slee
Her eyes flared open wide. Had she said Soloman's name out loud? She hadn't realized. Tears trickled once more and her chest heaved in reaction. Though Shank had been horribly brutal in his treatment of her, he hadn't been deliberately violent until now. What had she unleashed? Should she apologize?She closed her eyes, wishing the oblivion would float back to her. She could feel the drug in her system, but adrenaline was also coursing through her bloodstream forcing her to awareness. Shank shoved her torn dress out of the way and ran his hand up her bare thigh toward her panty-less pussy. She flinched back and closed her knees, only to curve her spine further against the sweaty hardness of his chest.She whimpered and opened her eyes. A gun lay on the night table next to the bed. If she leaned forward on her hands and knees, it would be within reach. Was it real? Or was it a drug induced hallucination, like the Soloman that had left her in Shank's greedy hands. She could feel Shank'
"Wake up, Riley."She knew those words. That was what Soloman had said to her before he left for the club to deal with a problem. Right before the explosion. Right before Shank dragged her out of the house, across the sunbaked land, across the border and into a church. Or maybe that stuff didn't happen? Maybe it was a bad dream and her lover was calling her back to reality so he could demand she acquiesce to another bout of lovemaking.She needed to wake up and tell him to fuck off. She was too sore. He'd ridden her too hard the night before. Everything ached. He loved to impress his dominance on every part of her. But it wasn't like him to push her this much, to drive her to the brink of exhaustion.She moaned helplessly and tried to open her eyes. It was so hard. Alarm filled her. The sound that emerged from her lips was barely a frail imitation of the vibrant voice she was used to. He shifted her in his arms and pressed something against her mouth, encouraging her to drink. She s
She slept like an angel.Her body was spread out in the trunk like an angel with her arms stretched wide like wings. Even her chest barely moved with her breaths. So ethereal. So beautiful.Shank reached in and lifted her easily from the trunk. She remained limp in his arms. He was sorry to see tear tracks down her cheeks. She must have been sad to wake up in the trunk. He had heard her screams, which is how he knew she was better off in there. He couldn't have her distracting him while he was driving.She just needed more angel dust. Then she could belong to him like she was always meant to. He should have taken her years ago, before that fucking mobster came sniffing around. Instead, he'd gone back to his gang and given them the years they'd demanded. Bided his time until he was free. Until his angel called him home.He watched the swell of her breasts as they moved slowly and pressed against the frayed fabric of her wedding dress. He frowned. The fabric was torn along the edge,
Soloman checked his phone for what felt like the thousandth time. Hell, it probably was the thousandth time. He knew there was nothing. He had the volume turned high. He would've heard immediately if info guy had sent another satellite image of the speeding Charger or a text with directions. He glanced over at Roman's phone. Nothing.He clenched his fist and checked the urge to punch the dashboard. It wasn't the Mustang's fault they were an hour behind Manuel. He fucking refused to imagine the things a man like that could do to his woman in that time. It made his guts burn with an unholy, vengeful fire.He'd nearly murdered the priest in Tijuana when he'd described the fucked-up wedding ceremony Manuel had forced on Riley. It was everything Roman could do to peel Soloman off the man and away from the church before he burned a holy place to its sacred ground. How could a man of the cloth let his beautiful, sweet girl be treated in such an evil way?She's been drugged.Pain cut throu
"Help!" Riley screamed into the stifling blackness, tears streaming down her cheeks.She knew she should preserve the precious fluid, but it wouldn't matter if she was going to die anyway. She'd been hallucinating and cooking for what felt like ages in the hot, dark trunk. She banged on the lid and yelled until she was exhausted and weak once more. She took another desperate gulp of water and pinched herself in an attempt to keep her eyes open. She knew she couldn't pass out again. She might not wake up.Her moronic husband (did Shank really force her to marry him?!) was going to accidentally murder her before he got them to where they were going. She moaned and clutched her aching stomach. She hadn't eaten since the day before. Maybe longer. Fuck, she had no idea how much time had passed since Shank had blown the shit out of her and Soloman's kitchen and stolen her right out of the house. She didn't know how much more punishment her body could withstand."Please... Soloman... find me,
"Fuck," Riley grumbled, twisting to make sure she was correct. Nope, she didn't have the right tool.It was late at night and all the guys had gone home so she couldn't call out to one of the other mechanics and ask them to hand it to her. Damn. With a sigh of aggravation, she pushed herself out from under the car. Shoving her long ponytail out of the way, she crawled toward the toolbox and rifled through until she found what she was looking for. Loud, thumping music filled the garage from where her iPhone was plugged into its port on top of one of the tool benches.Turning back toward the '69 Camaro, Riley adjusted her lamp and prepared to slide back under. This baby was a thing of beauty. It called to her from the moment it entered her shop, which is why she was still working on it at 2:00am. If she did it up right she'd be able to turn a pretty profit on this little sweetheart and take Cilia on vacation. They desperately needed some bonding time.The music switched off and a deep...
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